3.20
- Creato il
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- Prossimo compleanno
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- Ultima attività
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- Security status
- 3.20
Scheda di combattimento
Numeri da eve-kill, di tutta la carriera
Combattimento
- Kill
- 15.826
- Perdite
- 1021
- Efficienza
- 94%
- Indice di pericolo
- 94%
ISK
- Distrutti
- 24.62T
- Persi
- 117.88B
- Efficienza ISK
- 100%
- Bilancio
- +24.51T
Solo
- Kill in solo
- 219
- Percentuale solo
- 1%
- Colpi finali
- 1162
- Punti
- 15.428
Altro
- Perdite contro NPC
- 57
- Quota perdite NPC
- 6%
- Kill medie/giorno
- —
- Attività
- Alta
Danni
Danni inflitti79.6M
Danni subiti11.4M
Rapporto danni87%
Profilo operativo
Come combatte, con chi e contro chi — ultimi 90 giorni
Attività
Cosa vola e dove combatte
I più preziosi
Chi incontra
Chi uccide, da chi viene ucciso e cosa perde
ClassificheUltimi 90g
Scafi persiUltimi 90g
Perdite suddivise per classe di scafo.
Carriera
Le corporazioni attraversate, dalla più recente
Vanishing Point.Dal lunedì 1 giugno 20205453 Kill104 Perdite
The ScopeDal lunedì 1 giugno 20200 Kill0 Perdite
Godless Horizon.Dal mercoledì 17 aprile 20191559 Kill59 Perdite
Associated Stellar CompanyDal domenica 8 novembre 20158800 Kill768 Perdite
I-F-C French CorpDal sabato 5 settembre 20150 Kill0 Perdite
Federal Navy AcademyDal venerdì 28 agosto 20150 Kill0 Perdite
Bio in gioco
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas